Chapter 25
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So... so many names...
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Mmmm... what... the hell...?
She couldn't remember... for so long now it was just... dark, empty...quiet.
That's... Not normal... The dark is never... Quiet... Or empty... So still... It's never... Calm... Ever...
... No thoughts... No memories... No dreaming...
... No nightmares...?
... How the hell...
She sighed, rolling over as she blinked, her vision nothing but blurry for a few minutes... It was... Light...?
... Did I... Sleep all the way... To morning...?
She shut her eyes again, grumbling under her breath as she brought her hand up and pushed her hair out of her face.
... I can't believe... Him...
She remembered this time around. Not like the last time, when she woke up and didn't know where, or why, or what happened. She remembered it all right away, and she grimaced.
... He Canceled my Quirk... And I didn't... Feel it coming...
She paused, her eyes opening again and realizing for the first time- this isn't the Teacher's Lounge.
She blinked several times, her vision clearing up enough to make out the fact that she was in a bed... Her bed, in her newly appointed room...?
How the hell did I... Get here...?
She jumped a little, feeling something bat lightly against the center of her back and twisting a little to see Kesu. His paw was pressing softly against her back, tapping her almost as he laid out on the bed behind her, as comfortable as can be. She blinked, rolling over toward him, and her cheek falling in her hand as she propped herself up a bit.
"... Did Shota... Carry me here...?" She asked lowly, Kesu purred and dipped his head in a nod. She bit the inside of her cheek at the confirmation, her eyes flashing as she shook her head a little. She glanced away, turning slightly as she spotted her phone on the nightstand and reached for it. The action of picking it up caused it to vibrate in hand- a sign that she had a text message waiting.
New Message From: Hizashi (3 unread)
Text me when you wake up, yeah?
New Message From: Nemuri
If you're feeling well enough, we're still training at Gamma Gym~!
New Message From: Shota
See Recovery Girl
She blinked, her eyes widening when she found the clock;
11:43 am
It's almost noon...
She sighed, setting the phone down on the bed and reaching out toward Kesu lazily, drawing her fingers across his fur as he purred.
She felt... Good, surprisingly. No longer nauseous, or dizzy, or in pain really either... The incessant throb and ache in her chest had gone away, her headache too. And she didn't feel tired, nearly at all... Which wasn't normal.
Even when she did sleep, she never felt well-rested, ever... though grant you, she couldn't remember the last time her sleep had been so blissfully empty either. No bad feelings, no sensations, no tenseness, and no dreams. Nothing.
... Is that because Shota Erased my Quirk, and I fell asleep with it done away with...?
... Odd...
And somehow even as her Quirk kicked back in on full gear in wakefulness, it didn't hit as hard. It was somehow more bearable now, because she had more energy to contend with it.
... I don't feel so... Uneasy... And out of place right now... At least... Not on the same scale as the last two days...
... All of this... It feels so... Hard...
She sighed, shaking her head as she pulled away from stroking Kesu's fur and climbed out of bed. She kept her phone in one hand still as she started toward the bathroom, and shower linked into the room.
She'd already missed meeting Shota's class that morning, apparently he'd been willing to let her sleep through it, which didn't surprise her. But that meant there was no point rushing to meet with him again, and little point rushing off to Recovery Girl first off either... She could afford some time to herself, to get ready, take a shower... Normal things, that still felt so foreign, and hard to do.
Like all of it
She sighed silently at the thought, closing the bathroom door behind her and setting her phone down on the counter. Her gaze found the three separate bottles of pills on the countertop, and her posture wilted just slightly, before her grey eyes fell to the writing on her arm;
B: August 26
E: August 29
K: 9 am, August 29
Antb: 823 am, August 30
Imu: 823 am, August 30
Corti: 1021 am, August 30
S: 1236 pm, August 27
Shota- Eraserhead
Toshi- All Might
Hizashi- Present Mic
Nemuri- Midnight
Ishiyama- Cementoss
She turned the sink on and got a cloth wet, wiping away some of the lettering and picking up a pen that had been left on the counter. She set to work filling in the now blank spaces, and tapping on her phone briefly to illuminate the date and the time.
B: August 26
E: August 29
K: September 1
Antb: 1147 am, September 1
Imu: 1147 am, September 1
Corti: 1021 am, August 30
S: 1143 am, September 1
She set the pen down and reached for two of the pill bottles in silence, popping the caps off, taking the pills, and then replacing them and turning to the shower. The water hissed as it turned on and the air wavered with steam in little time. Izaru's eyes lingered on her reflection in the mirror for a few moments, her hand moving up to brush her bangs from her face.
... Have to add another foreign feeling to the list... Sleeping that was actually... Peaceful in a way...?
Her eyes dropped closed as she untangled her fingers from her hair and they fell to hook around the bottom of her shirt.
That list of foreign feelings was miles long, and it continued to grow with every day, hour and second... And it's size was almost daunting as she stood there alone in the near silence. Her lips pulled into a tight line as she swallowed, and the grip of her fingers around the fabric of the shirt tightened.
... I don't understand any of it...
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Kesu followed at her heel as she headed down the stairs and away from her room, phone in hand and attention on it, rather than where she was putting her feet. Her hair was damp, and a leather jacket hung over her arm for now, instead of on. She pulled up the messages, clearing the one from Nemuri as 'read', and the one from Shota too, before pausing on the one(s) from Hizashi.
Hizashi
(642) 449-2744
How ya doin Izaruuuu?
Izaru?
Shota says you're asleep, sorry, didn't mean to bug~!
Text me when you wake up, yeah?
She blinked slowly, reading the timestamp on the most recent three messages as follows;
8:34 pm, Aug. 30
9:06 pm, Aug. 30
9:55 pm, Aug. 30
8:23 am, Aug. 31
She let out a small breath, tapping her thumb against the dialogue line as the keyboard popped up in reaction to it.
I'm awake, did you
Her typing stalled, her thumb hovering over the 'n' key and her steps faltering as she hit the first floor and stepped off the stairs completely. Her eyes flashed, narrowing as she turned her arm up a bit and glanced to the notes written across her skin.
"... there's... 31 days... in August." She mumbled, Kesu stopping at her side and glancing up at her, intent and focused. "... it... was... the 30th... right...? And... the timestamp... isn't for... this morning...?" Her eyes dropped down to Kesu, confused and quickly reeling as the cat dipped its head to the words, nodding. She stiffened, blinking several times as her jaw dropped a little. "... you're kidding..." She breathed, Kesu's head moved side to side- a shake of his head.
I... I slept through nearly two full days...?
"Ah, Izaru deary! Good to see you up!"
Izaru's head snapped up from Kesu and around toward the voice, still reeling as she found Recovery Girl walking toward her with the most polite and bright smile one could manage. At the Old Lady's side was... Principal Nezu...?
"Good morning! Or shall I say afternoon?" Nezu smiled, raising a paw (in what was more or less his standard greeting pose) and smiling as both Recovery Girl and he stopped in front of her. "No matter, it is good to see you, Izaru. How are you feeling?"
"...uh... fine...?" She mumbled softly, her response much more fumbling than she intended it to be. But honestly, she was still having a hard time coming to terms with... With any sense or semblance of time. Because how?
She swallowed, her grip on her phone tightening subconsciously as she glanced quickly between it and then toward the Principal and Recovery Girl. "... I'm sorry... I'm just... did I really sleep through a whole 36 hours...?" She asked slowly, her voice still so very quiet and unsure. Both Nezu and Recovery Girl smiled slightly at the question, looking a little bit amused, but also slightly sympathetic to what uncertainty appeared in the 'Villain'.
"Yes, indeed you did." Nezu hummed, Izaru felt her heart skip a beat, her supposed to be expressionless face cracking a bit in shock and nervousness.
"And you clearly needed it." Recovery Girl mused, "Well, now that you're awake, come with me and we'll do a quick check-up, hmm?" Izaru paused for half a second, before nodding.
"I'll put on some tea for us in the meantime, and I'll have Lunch Rush make us something before heading off to feed the students." Nezu said brightly,
"Sounds splendid, Nezu." Recovery Girl hummed, the Principal nodding his head as he turned on his heel and headed toward the main lobby (and attached kitchen). Recovery Girl turned to follow, and Izaru meant to, but her feet wouldn't move for a few seconds, and she didn't know why... She growled internally and forced herself forward, walking slowly after them.
... What is wrong with me...?
Kesu pulled ahead of Izaru in order to walk at the Principal's shoulder, "Good afternoon, good to see you again." Nezu hummed toward the cat, Kesu nodded, his tail twitching as the two drew a little further ahead and left Recovery Girl and Izaru following a bit more slowly, the younger woman a few paces to the left of the older.
"... I am not surprised you slept so long after Aizawa used his Quirk on you." Recovery Girl mused quietly, Izaru grumbled a little under her breath at it. "He called me as soon as he got you back here, and had me check up on you. And after that we had a long chat- he was very intent on knowing what he could do to keep a better eye on you and your health, you know."
Izaru frowned slightly, her eyes flashing at the words. "... I told him it wasn't bad." She mumbled,
"He wasn't quick to believe it, however." Recovery Girl sighed, Izaru bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes on the floor and not on the older woman who was looking up at her quietly.
... I knew it... It looked like it freaked him out... But... Damn it... This... Feeling...
... Is that... Guilt...?
"... And he's not the only one concerned, unsurprisingly." Recovery Girl went on. "I've had to assure everyone else you were no worse for wear, even being asleep so long... All Might seemed especially nervous about it himself." Izaru deflated slightly, her hand finding the back of her neck as her eyes dropped closed.
... There it is again... The wrench in my core... I don't... Get it...
"... I told him it was fine too..." Izaru grumbled, almost to herself, Recovery Girl smiled a little sympathetically at it.
... Of course neither of them would take my word, though... Damn it...
"From what the both of them described to me, your health didn't seem to have dropped all that drastically. If anything, it did just seem to be a delayed reaction to the surgery... fatigue and strain that mixed with the lack of sleep." The Old Lady murmured, "Did your pain related to breathing get any worse than what limits we set, though?"
"... No. Not outside of small, fleeting things... And only around where the incision was. But that only really happened when I was coughing..." Izaru murmured, Recovery Girl nodded.
"I don't suppose you're having any issues breathing now, hmm?" She asked, Izaru shook her head. "And the fatigue has done away with from the sleep, yes?" Izaru nodded slowly,
"... Yeah..." she answered quietly, her eyes ahead and not on the Old Lady.
"Alright then, I'll still give you a quick check-up while Nezu is prepping that tea, just to make sure everything is fine." Recovery Girl stopped in the lounge and gestured for Izaru to take a seat, smiling slightly as the woman nodded and settled to sit on her heels on the floor beside the table, of which the Old Lady's bag was sitting on top of.
Nezu, Kesu and Lunch Rush could be seen in the kitchen not far from them, talking to themselves and the air tinted with the scent of food. Izaru set her coat down on the arm of the couch behind her, before linking her hands together in her lap.
"... I do want to ask you about what Aizawa said happened when you woke up, though." Recovery Girl said, bringing out a stethoscope as Izaru blinked. "He mentioned you woke up and said something about not being able to remember anything...?"
"... Right. For a few minutes I couldn't remember anything that had happened after being sent off to capture Midoriya..." Izaru replied softly, her eyes and attention falling into her lap as Recovery Girl paused. "... I knew that things had happened... Or at least... I was pretty sure... But no matter how hard I tried to bring it back, it wouldn't come... And I suppose I started to panic about it... Without meaning to... It was like the memory of the last few days was suddenly just as blurred and unreachable as everything else being under Simon's Quirk... But it came back again, after a little." Izaru explained quietly, shaking her head at herself slightly, but other than that little action, there was nothing to indicate how she felt about it. No nervousness, no unease, nothing... She had fallen back into that dull and emotionless demeanor of 'Seer' again, without meaning to. And it happened so quickly, for a minute Recovery Girl paused, but she wasn't surprised... Just a little sad.
To anyone who had talked with Izaru the past few days all of this had been going on, they had all seen this- the blank face and dull tone, devoid of any emotion or feeling and an expression almost barren. It was that look of a puppet and a doll that had been stripped of any emotion or sense of thought for a decade.
That husk of emotionlessness and lifelessness wouldn't so easily fade even now that she was no longer being controlled... But it was beyond even just that, and Recovery Girl knew that better than anyone else, probably.
The Old Lady nodded a bit, shaking the thoughts off for now. "I understand, that would definitely be quite disconcerting, especially upon first waking up." The Old Lady commented. Izaru didn't reply to it, and Recovery Girl brought the end of the stethoscope forward and pressed it lightly against Izaru's back. The younger woman stiffened a little at the contact. "... Did the same thing happen when you woke up today?" She asked quietly,
"... No." was the soft reply, Recovery Girl nodded, turning her attention on listening to Izaru's breathing instead.
"Deep breath for me dear." She ordered lightly, and Izaru did as she was told, the Old Lady's lips pursing slightly as she did so- but in exasperation, more than worry.
... Still abnormal... But that's to be expected... There was too much damage to ever be healed all the way...
She pulled away, "I don't hear anything to cause worry, and no clear indication of a large amount of fluid buildup either." She announced, Izaru nodded in understanding. Recovery Girl set the stethoscope down, her hand taking Izaru's own lightly as her fingers pressed against the underside of the younger woman's wrist. "As for the trouble recalling the last few days- it sounds more likely you simply had trouble recalling it because of how tired you were at the time, and not because Simon's Quirk has caused your thoughts to degrade anymore than what we are aware of. If you start to lose track of recent events more frequently, even if only for a short time, then we can worry... But for now it probably only happened because of how fatigued you were."
"Alright."
Recovery Girl let go of her wrist and grabbed a small remote looking tool from her bag, holding it up in front of Izaru as it came to life in a flash of blue light. The light scanned over Izaru for a few seconds, before numbers and whatnot appeared on the screen for the Old Lady to look over.
"... Hmm... Well your temperature looks normal... And your pulse is a bit lower than is normal for you, but that's more good than bad. You seem a bit more relaxed now than when you first arrived." Recovery Girl murmured, "I don't see anything that's cause for concern, it seems sleeping did you a lot of good... I assume you feel quite a bit better now, than you have the last few days, hmm?" Izaru nodded a little,
"... I don't usually sleep so long... Or so well... Sleep isn't as restful as it should be usually, but this time it was... I feel almost... Sort of... Normal." Izaru murmured quietly,
Which isn't so normal...
"Well that is good to hear." Recovery Girl smiled pleasantly, "Did you take the Immune Boosters, and the Antibiotics this morning?"
"Yes."
The Old Lady nodded a bit, smiling still as she replaced her tools in her bag. "Well you certainly look better." She hummed, and Izaru blinked. "... If a bit peaky, but that will be fixed quite soon. Are you hungry, dear?"
"... yes." Izaru answered slowly, flatly even... She didn't sound that excited at the prospect of food, and her grey eyes dropped closed. Recovery Girl paused a moment, her hands lingering on her bag as she watched Izaru seem to fade into her own head.
"... I know things are uneasy right now, Izaru." Recovery Girl murmured, her voice growing a bit more soft. "And I know most of this is uncomfortable for you. I am impressed with the patience and temperance you have... And even if things are uneasy now, I am sure they will settle sooner, rather than later. And then you won't need to be so tense." Izaru cast a glance at the older woman for a few seconds, before her eyes dropped to her hands in her lap. Her grey gaze slowly began tracing along the faint white lines of the scarring left over from the wire at the Training Camp, and her posture stiffened ever so slightly.
"... I don't really... Understand why I'm... 'Uncomfortable'." she admitted quietly, Recovery Girl blinked in surprise at the reply. Izaru's shoulders hunched, imperceptibly so, and that blankness that had so quickly taken hold of her in the last few minutes, was breaking again... Just a little, and almost forcefully so. "... It doesn't... Seem to make sense to me... I was never nervous about being around people... At least... Not like this... I don't... Get it... A lot of it still... Doesn't click..." Izaru mumbled softly, her voice growing a little tense with every word. Recovery Girl grimaced inwardly, her eyes glittering as she held the younger woman in her silent stare.
Izaru had spent ten years spent with her conscience and free thought being dampened down and locked away... Reduced to what emotionless, hollow doll the Villain 'Seer' had been described as. Losing track of time and place, people and action, and having a Quirk force away recollection of her own life. Simon's Quirk had made keeping track of long-term memory difficult, and made it near impossible to recant the ten years spent under it's influence. It had done away with the internal sense of the passage of time, and made it more difficult to keep track of the little things in her life, and even some of the big things too. This was found in her 'habit' of writing down times and dates on her arm, keeping record and track of things people didn't normally need to (such as when the last time she slept was..). But it had also made it hard for her to distinguish the things she hadn't been ordered to care about the last ten years- not human contact, or social habits, or even a way to distinguish emotional cues... And especially not her own.
She didn't 'get it', what she was feeling, because her own feelings and emotions had been cut off for work long, they didn't register for her. So the things she felt now, being here, being around people, talking with them, and how nervous and uncomfortable it made her... people could see it, not easily all the time- but it was there, and everyone around her understood why.
She'd been through so much, so much pain and trauma. They understood why physical contact made her stiffen, why close personal range was met with rigid posture, why talking to others and just being around them made the discomfort appear so faintly in her features, that even now- were almost always neutral. They all understood it, and accepted it, because they knew no one lived through that (and they in reality, knew so, so little of it) and came out unscathed, or even okay.
But Izaru didn't understand. The part of her mind meant to deal with those feelings, and connect them to their triggers, and reasons- that had been hampered down so oppressively and hidden away for so long... It didn't 'click'. There was no connection there between the things she was feeling now, and hadn't been able to feel for so so long. It was in essence, information she didn't know what to do with, or make sense of.
All of it was just so terrible... So incredibly unfair.
"... Give it a little time, Izaru." Recovery Girl murmured, smiling gently toward the younger. "I'm sure you'll make sense of it, bright young women like yourself... You'll manage to make sense of it all, I promise."
... I just hope, when the emotions do make sense for you again... You won't crumble underneath them...
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"That... Was a little unusual..." Izaru mumbled, casting a glance behind her toward where she and Kesu had left the Staff Dormitories behind. Kesu looked up at her at the words, ears twitching. "... I halfway expected the Principal to... Ask things... But all we did was eat and make small talk the entire time..." She went on quietly, before she grimaced slightly, glancing ahead again and hands in her coat pockets now, balling a bit into fists though she certainly didn't do it consciously.
"... I don't get it..." She mumbled quietly.
Kesu looked at her for a few long moments, before he glanced away from her and toward where they were walking. After a few moments Izaru's hand found her phone in her pocket and she pulled it out, flipping to the messages and realizing she never actually finished the message to Hizashi.
To: Hizashi
(642) 449-2744
How ya doin Izaruuuu?
Izaru?
Shota says you're asleep, sorry, didn't mean to bug~!
Text me when you wake up, yeah?
...
I'm awake, did you need something?
She locked the screen and set the phone back in her pocket, sighing slightly as she and Kesu both continued on their way toward Gamma Gym. After an hour or so of simply eating and chatting with Lunch Rush, the Principal, and Recovery Girl- the pleasantries had drawn to a halt, and Izaru had left the living quarters behind to head to the gym. And subsequently, find (her appointed 'Guardian') Shota, to who she planned to have a small word with about the fact that he'd Canceled her Quirk out of the blue like he had. Especially after she'd warned him away from it just before,
'Shota don't you dare-'
It was a warning she'd given without actually feeling that he was about to do it, mind you- that she was about to be forced into unconsciousness. The accompanying prickle and sensation allowed by her Quirk hadn't appeared before he did it, not the usual internal warning unto herself that she was about to be in trouble, or hurting... nothing. She'd only tried to warn him away from it, because she could tell from his behavior what he was about to do, it had nothing to do with her Quirk saying so.
Which still makes no sense... unless you chock it up to... Canceling my Quirk then didn't hurt me... at least this time around...
Regardless, of the few things she felt and did understand- this was one of them, and she was annoyed with him for it. Only slightly, but still- she hated passing out, she particularly disliked sleeping, and being forced into it like that had her a bit miffed. Especially so since he knew what that could do to her, and how unpleasant it could be.
And especially so after she said she was fine.
Her walking faltered slightly at that thought though, and she swallowed a little.
... I do get that feeling... I know he was freaked out over it... even though he always hides it, sometimes too well... seeing that... scared him
Damn it
Only slightly annoyed, yes... she'd have a word, but only a small one. Because as much as she didn't understand so much of all of this... this part at least, she felt she understood... at least a little.
She bit the inside of her cheek, her walking now suddenly slower than it had been, and she didn't notice it. She just kept going, slow, quiet... lost in her own head too, but not enough to fail to register where she was, or her intended destination. After a few minutes, she stepped around the corner of the Gym (to which the letters of 'Gamma' were plastered on the front) and headed toward a propped open door. She blinked, hearing booming rumbling from the inside and the sound of panting people... Training, right...?
She stopped in the doorway, hands in her coat pockets still and grey eyes tracing along the inside in slight intrigue. Everywhere the floor was raised into dozens of different platforms, on which students in all manner of Hero Costume, shapes and sizes were going head to head with someone... exactly the same, the lot of them. Clones.
Ectoplasm... right...?
She recognized the familiar messy hair of Midoriya on the furthest end of the room, and even the brown from the girl who had been with him at the mall- though she hadn't a clue what her name was... or any of the other students, for that matter.
She stayed there in the entrance with Kesu at her heel, scanning everyone she could catch a glance of and what they looked like, their costumes, features... Quirks, from what she could see and tell.
... tail... some sort of manifestation of shadow... fire and ice... tape... huh...
Her eyes found the source of most of the noise (though everyone for the most part was moving around enough to cause some sort of commotion), high up and closer to the door she was at than most of them. A young blonde boy, setting off explosions and decimating clones and stone alike, and looking rather exhilarated all the while.
... Bakugou... right...? The one Tomura wanted...?
... And the one he caught... Before he was rescued... And Toshi faced off with... All for... One... which ended up...
She grimaced slightly, her eyes flashing as image of the news coverage back at the station flared to the forefront of her mind.
... Forcing him to retire and give up being a Hero...
She bit the inside of her cheek a bit, her eyes slowly moving away from the explosive boy. She picked out Nemuri and Ishiyama spread out among the platforms, talking to students, giving tips... Whatnot.
Ah... No... Uh... Midnight and... Cementoss... Right...
Her shoulders sagged a little, quiet in place and looking over all of it and... It felt familiar. Nostalgic even... To her Dad's Gym...
She shook her head at herself.
Her eyes dropped from the raised platforms and found a head of familiar, messy black hair on the main level, hands in his pockets, back to her and watching the Training going on all around in silence. Izaru huffed quietly under her breath, her feet bringing her forward and leaving Kesu to trail after her more slowly. She headed straight up behind the man and her left hand moved out of her coat pocket.
The back of her hand connected with Aizawa's shoulder in a quick, rough smack that sent him stepping sideways and jumping in surprise. His head snapped over in her direction, but the anger that was on his face deflated in a split instant once he realized who it was, and he grimaced slightly at the annoyed look she had set on him, her usual neutrality shattered.
"You are an ass." Izaru growled lowly, Aizawa seemed to let out a silent breath, the surprise on his face falling away into the neutrality that was lacking from Izaru now. "I can't believe you went ahead and Canceled my Quirk just to make me pass out. What the hell, Shota?"
"Well you clearly needed it." He murmured dryly, "Canceling your Quirk was the easiest way to get you to fall asleep, especially after getting worked up all over again when you woke up." He sighed slightly as he returned the pointed stare he received from her at the words, with one of his own. "I wouldn't have Erased it if I thought it would do more harm than good."
"Good or bad is beside the point." She grumbled, only a bit stubbornly, and he blinked. "I was asleep for over 36 hours, that's damn near a fucking coma-"
"Well your foul mouth is back... So you're feeling better, I take it?" He asked flatly, she stiffened a little at the comment, her mouth snapping shut for a moment as she grimaced at him.
"... Yes..." She grumbled slowly, he nodded just once.
"Did you see Recovery Girl before coming here?" Was the next utterly flat question, Izaru sighed in what he guessed was exasperation.
"Yes, and she said I'm fine..." she mumbled, he nodded again, his eyes falling from her gaze to her right arm for a few fleeting seconds- reading the notes written across her skin- before glancing back up at her again.
"You'll need to watch your mouth around the students." He told her, and she nodded a bit, biting the inside of her cheek at how quickly he'd brushed over her annoyance... Not that she was surprised.
"... Sorry..." She grumbled, her eyes dropping closed and face falling flat again as she stuck both hands in her jacket pockets.
... and now I'm being scolded... damn it...
"You look better."
Izaru blinked, stiffening slightly in surprise to the words as she tilted her head a bit and looked his way. But he wasn't looking at her, at least not directly. All she caught was a sideways glance from him for a moment, and she bit the inside of her cheek again.
"... I couldn't have looked that bad." She mumbled, he shook his head.
"You did." He replied easily, "Enough so even the kids were muttering that you looked as washed-up as I do." Izaru's lips pulled into a tight line, her eyes falling closed again and letting out a small huff.
"As if." She grumbled, he quirked a brow at the answer. "I could never look as washed-up as you, Shota. You're the pinnacle of unkempt." He paused for a moment, quiet in his spot as he turned his head to look at her directly, his eyes widening a little at the very unexpected response.
For a few seconds he just stood there, staring, and almost unsure of what he had heard... before he smiled wryly, just for a few moments- and she never saw him do it.
It didn't matter if she did or not, that? That was teasing. That was almost normal... The first signs of true normal he had seen since finding out she was alive, and they all showed up in those few minutes of her walking in. The annoyance, the (not so hard) smack of her hand on his shoulder, the cursing that broke into her words so easily, and the comment too, about his appearance. They were all diluted a bit, showing less outward emotion than was normal- but it wasn't the quiet, silent neutrality she'd fallen into and hadn't broken out of near at all these last few days. It was more how he remembered her. The Izaru he remembered those few days before she was taken...
... And the one he hadn't been sure was still alive, under all that bad, and pain, and suffering.
"It's time for a break, and for the kids to get some lunch." Aizawa told her lightly, changing the subject with ease and looking away from her again before she ever opened her eyes, but she did and glanced his way, shifting as if she was about to say something- but again, she never got there.
"I know you already ate." he added quickly, still not looking at her as his hand lift out of his pocket and his fingers touched his lips as he blew a loud, sharp whistle that rung around the whole gym- halting the movement all around, including Izaru's. "Time for lunch, head out to the cafeteria and be back in an hour." Aizawa called, his voice easily heard by all the students.
"Yes sir!"
"Luuuuunnnchhhh!"
"Finally ~!"
Aizawa stuck his hand back in his pocket, glancing sideways toward Izaru. "A word of warning, I'm sure there are several students who are going to try and catch your attention." He murmured, "Especially one in particular. Try not to let his... Passion, throw you off. He's harmless, for the most part... Just a bit serious." Izaru's head tilted a bit at that, and he sighed, his lips pulling into a tight line, his shoulders sagging slightly. "... And watch Mineta. He's the human incarnation of lust." Aizawa grumbled, his eyes flashing as his face darkened the slightest bit, Izaru blinked in surprise and uncertainty.
The... What...?
"I'll have a word with him if he tries anything." Shota grumbled, his tone almost... Icy.
Izaru didn't know what to make of it, and she hadn't much time to wonder about it before Shota turned his back on the gym and started to walk passed her, the man now so suddenly blank-faced and tired, as was his normal. And Izaru was left standing in her spot, unmoving even as he moved, and just trying to wrap her head around what he said and what he meant... and what seemed to have shifted in his demeanor all of a sudden, even if only very little.
Something had changed, she was sure... she just... didn't know what, or why... what the hell...?
"Izaru!"
Izaru's attention snapped from Aizawa to the nearly sing-song voice that called her name from the direction he had turned from. She stiffened, stepping back a little as Nemuri appeared in front of her, arms open wide and grinning as the dark-haired woman caught the former 'Villain' up in her arms and a gentle hug. Izaru blinked several times, a little stunned at the action and entirely unsure of what to do with it- and quite frankly, it had her heart suddenly racing.
"...ah..."
"You're awake!" Nem-Midnight, said brightly, pulling back with ease and smiling still as she shot Izaru a smirk. "Ah, you look so much better, nice and healthy! And pretty too~! Are you feeling alright, hmm?"
"... Yes, I feel fine." Izaru answered softly, stepping back a pace or two from Nemuri and burying her hands in her pockets as she tried to shake off... whatever that was, that had her heart pounding and her muscles tense.
What is... wrong with me...?
"... Uh... Sorry... If you were worried... It really wasn't bad..." Izaru added in quickly and quietly, trying to divert her attention from anything other than her suddenly quickened pulse, and Nemuri shook her head at the words.
"Ah, don't sweat it." Midnight smirked, "I wasn't too worried, Recovery Girl said you'd be fine, and I trust her~!" She smirked a bit more, "Truth be told, it was the boys who were worried the most about ya~" she added in lightly. Nothing about Izaru's expression changed at the words, but her voice fell even quieter as she mumbled her reply.
"... Yeah..."
Midnight blinked at the other woman and the way her grey eyes fell to the floor in silence, pausing for a moment before Midnight leaned in. Her hand raised to shelter view of her mouth from the rest of the gym, and the sudden close in distance between herself and Izaru had the former Villain stiffening again, her eyes snapping up from the floor.
"Izaru, Izaru~! By the way, why didn't I know you and All Might were totally friends back in the day~?!" Midnight whispered quickly, Izaru blinked at the question. "Are there any other celebrities you know that I should be on the lookout for~?!"
"Ah... Oh.. No... It's just... Him... But he wasn't a big Pro when I met him..." Izaru stammered quietly, "... Ah... Did he mention we knew one another...?"
"I told ya, the boys were all worried." Midnight smiled gently, "It's actually kinda cute~"
"... Right..." Izaru mumbled, her eyes falling once more as small hints of... Discomfort appeared on her face this time. Midnight smiled sympathetically at it, but her eyes found the floor as something bumped against her leg, and her gaze found the yellow one of a cat standing beside them, tail-tip twitching back and forth.
"Hmm?" Midnight hummed, the R-Rated Hero stooping down and picking Kesu up with ease, his back feet dangling slightly as she held him in front of her, head tilting at him. "And who are you?" Midnight asked,
"Kesu." Izaru murmured softly in answer, almost reflexively, Midnight blinked a little in surprise. Izaru glanced her way, expression flat again. "He's that friend who's a cat..." She elaborated slightly, and Midnight's eyes widened in recognition.
"Ah!" Midnight hummed, smirking. "So you're the handsome boy who's kept Izaru company~! What a good kitty~!" Midnight cooed brightly, bringing Kesu closer and rubbing her nose against his almost childishly. Izaru watched quietly, a small bead of sweat falling down her cheek as Midnight fawned over the black cat with sudden vigor she hadn't expected- and Kesu just hung there, completely content, and purring that raspy purr of his.
... Why you let people do that to you and enjoy it is beyond me...
"Ms. Izaru, excuse my forwardness, but I insist on speaking with you right away!"
Izaru's watching of Midnight halted as her attention snapped around to the next sudden (and unfamiliar) voice. But Midnight gave the commotion no mind, she was too wrapped up in Kesu to even notice what was going on- her feet bringing her a bit further away from Izaru as she spun around with Kesu still held out in front of her. Izaru went stiff as a board though, her eyes finding the owner of the new (curt) voice and seeing a trail of dust being left in the quake of a young boy with dark hair and glasses, his hands moving on either side of his as he marched straight up toward her with so much vigor-
That boy halted right in front of her, straight-backed and entire air polite, formal, and serious. Light bounced from his glasses and off the (knight-like armor) of his Hero Costume, his hands straight at his sides.
... This is the one Shota said had 'passion', isn't it...?
"My name is Tenya Iida, I am Class 1-A's President- and as such, I felt it pertinent to introduce myself to you directly." The boy explained quickly, his head and torso suddenly lowering as he bowed to her. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I am sure I speak for the rest of the school- your help in increasing security for all us students is greatly appreciated, thank you very much! I know all the Staff are hard at work!" Izaru just stared, entirely unsure as she stood there in stiff silence. The boy straightened back up and extended his hand quite curtly toward her, and it took no small amount of willpower to not reflexively flinch back at the gesture- but why...?
"I look forward to having you here to guide us students in any capacity you can!" He told her firmly. Izaru's eyes dropped slowly to his extended hand, swallowing a little. She reached forward with her left on instinct, before quickly switching hands and taking his. They shook once as he nodded at her sharply, and she noticed the small, fleeting look he cast on her hand and what array of scars, (and the tattoo...) littered her skin- though he said absolutely nothing of it as their hands separated again.
".. Ah... Right... It's nice to... Meet you... Iida." Izaru mumbled a little uncertainly,
"Now, please forgive me if this is unfair to ask, but now that you have joined the Staff at UA- of which all are exemplary Heroes and Educators with their own special gifts of knowledge to hand down for us students- I am wondering what it is your primary role will be here at the school?" His hands snapped up in animation and gesture as he started into his next topic with just as much vigor as before, "I see no gaps in the the curriculum that need be filled, so I must assume you'll be filling in a supplementary role in some of our existing classes, or perhaps be in charge of conducting special lessons for topics not usually touched upon in our regular curriculum?" He kept on, Izaru standing in front of him quietly as she waited for him to finish, her grey eyes watching the constant gesturing and movement of his hands.
"Mr. Aizawa explained that your role would be to assist with our classes and exercises, but he didn't say in what capacity you would do so." Iida kept on, "Given he also said you are a former student of UA, I can only assume you have obtained the skills and knowledge owed to anyone our of such a top of the line school- and to be counted among the staff now would also lead us to believe you are in your own way, just as capable as any of the other staff. I have no reason to doubt your capabilities, but even still- Mr. Aizawa's explanation was vague and I find myself wondering what your qualifications are, and how they will be used to better our learning and the security in the school." Izaru blinked at that,
"... Qualifications...?" She echoed, he nodded curtly.
"Yes! UA's Staff is known for being composed of Pro Heroes from all different backgrounds and specialties, but given you were introduced to us without use of a Hero Name, would I be wrong in assuming you do not count yourself among other Pro Heroes? And that was not your main role before joining UA?" Iida asked, Izaru's eyes flashed slightly.
... Ah... he noticed that...
"... You're right, I'm not a Pro like everyone else." She murmured, he nodded again, very quickly.
"Aha, then I must assume you were brought to UA for skills not usually found in Pro Heroes! Knowing that I wonder what it is that you will bring with you when it comes to our education!"
"... So in essence... You wanna know what I'm good at." Izaru murmured slowly, and this time he paused a bit, looking a little pensive with the question, before once again, nodding.
"That's a bit less tasteful of an inquiry, but in essence- I suppose that is what I am asking!" He answered,
"Iida, isn't it a bit rude to be asking things like that right away...?" Came the softer, almost nervous voice from a girl with black hair tied up in a ponytail- and who had come up behind the other student ranting off his questions in front of Izaru. The girl's hand found her cheek as she glanced toward Izaru in slight apology, "It sounds like you're interrogating her..." the younger girl told Iida quietly, Iida jumped a little and turned on her.
"I was simply asking for the sake of clarity, it's not unnatural to be curious about a sudden new addition to the UA Staff-" Iida told her quickly. "- especially so with such a vague explanation from Mr. Aizawa!"
"Hmm... I suppose..." The girl mumbled reluctantly, Izaru sighed silently, her eyes dropping closed a moment.
... most people probably wouldn't be so forward with these questions, usually... but...
"... Ah, it's a fair question, to be honest." Izaru mumbled quietly, and both students glanced her way in surprise. Izaru's hand found the back of her neck as she settled both Iida and the other girl with a small look, shrugging slightly. "Though, I'm not sure what I can give as an answer... As it is, I don't have any set job other than helping with what I'm told to, when I'm told to... That and just, generally keeping an eye out..." She paused, her eyes darting away from the students and to the side. "... I suppose in that regard, I'll mostly be serving as a supplementary aid with whatever comes up and I'm told to assist with." she mumbled, "... As for what I'm good at..?" She broke off, her grey eyes glittering a bit more when the answer didn't come... Because what was she good at, really...? She couldn't think of anything specific, besides computers and cyber-security... And she wasn't sure that was a quality that was all that pertinent to the actual curriculum, or even something she ought to mention... Well, speaking of curriculum-
"...uhm... I'm pretty sure I can provide assistance on just about anything. I'm good with advice, and general things... I might lack a bit, in the physical side of the Hero Department Lessons... But in the general school portion, I doubt there's anything you're all learning in your regular classes I don't already have a handle on. And if it's new, I'll figure it out in little time at all..." She went on, "... So I suppose if any of you need help or advice on the the regular school portion of your classes, I'm good for that. Math, science, English... all of that. And I think I can probably handle any questions you have, even if it's outside of academic things..." She sighed silently, her hand on the back of her neck stalling in it's movement, "... I think that's about the best answer I can give right now." She finished quietly,
"Ah, so I see! While most of the Staff here handle teaching both general studies as well as Hero lessons, you'll focus mainly on the regular academic portions of the curriculum." Iida replied, "Thank you for clarifying! It is most appreciated!"
"... You're welcome.." Izaru replied, nodding to him a little as she finally glanced back his way.
"If you're not a Pro, does that mean you weren't a part of the Hero Department when you were at UA?" The girl asked, earning Izaru's eyes now. She paused though, smiling a bit in embarrassment. "I'm Momo Yaoyorozu, by the way. I'm Vice President for Class 1-A." She added, Izaru nodded a little in understanding.
"I was in the General Studies Department." Izaru answered, Yaoyorozu's eyes widened a little in surprise.
"You said you'd be able to pick up on the stuff we're learning real fast if you don't already know it?" There was another girl now to join their little group, with pink hair and horns and an excited smile. Izaru's attention broke from Yaoyorozu and toward her, "You must be really smart then, huh?"
"Yeah." Izaru murmured,
"Its weird to have a Teacher who doesn't have the know-how of a Pro though." Then there was another new face to earn Izaru's eyes in an instant, a boy this time around with blonde hair and a black stripe running through it. "Like all the Staff are super bad-ass at fighting and stuff, but you're focused on just regular school right? You're probably the most normal one of any of them." He smirked in amusement, not really trying to be mean or degrading of course, she could at least tell that-
"J-just because Ms. Izaru is more focused on regular school topics doesn't necessarily mean she's not as capable as the rest of the Pro Hero Teachers...!" This voice she recognized as Midoriya's... Which meant it was no surprise he spoke up when her talents as a 'bad-ass' were brought in to question. After all, he'd seen her go head to head with Aizawa (which of course he wasn't allowed to talk about...), and he knew she could handle herself. So he piped in, not that she felt him... defending(?) her was needed...
She hadn't seen him walk up though, and she glanced his way to see the brown-haired girl from the mall at his shoulder, with another girl on her shoulder... all of them slowly pressing in...ah...
So... Many... of...
... Why... Why do I feel... 'Uncomfortable'...?
"... I can fight, maybe not entirely on par as Pro Heroes, but enough to at least manage..." She mumbled, her mouth running in an attempt to distract her mind from the rapidly increasing number of students pressing closer. "... I just don't intend to do that, unless I have no other choice..."
"I totally get that!" And now there was another, a redhead with spiky hair and a toothy grin. "Why fight when you can avoid conflict?" He smirked a bit, "Name's Ejirou Kirishima."
"I'm Mina Ashido by the way!" The pink-haired girl announced quickly.
"Ah, and I'm Denki Kaminari~" the blonde boy smirked,
"Hi, I'm Ochako Ururaka." The brown-haired girl beside Midoriya said lightly, the black-haired girl beside her raised a hand in a wave.
"I'm Tsuyu Asui, Ribbit." She smiled slightly, all eyes of the students turned on Midoriya, expectant-
"Midoriya, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Iida asked sharply, and the poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin.
"A-ah, sorry! I'm Izuku Midoriya!" He said quickly, Izaru sighed slightly, her eyes flashing.
... That's a... Lot of names... And this isn't even half the class... Or school...
"... uh, it's nice to meet you all..." Izaru mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck. "... I will do my best... to remember your names... It might take me awhile though." She admitted, "I'm a little bad with them..."
"No sweat!" Ashido(?) smiled, Izaru paused, her eyes moving from her to the side a bit.
"... Ah, nice to meet you too..." The older woman mumbled, her hand raising in a small wave toward an empty space beside Iida, well... Not so empty-
"Oh my gosh! How did you know I was there?!" Was the next (incredibly astounded) voice out of seemingly thin air. "You totally can't see me, right?!"
"No, but I saw your gloves..." Izaru replied,
Invisibility Quirk...huh...
"I didn't even notice you, Hagakure." Iida murmured,
"Me either!" Ashido (pretty sure) said,
"Its really hard to keep track of you in your Hero Costume," Kaminari(?) smiled slightly,
"Woah, you're super observant or something, huh?!" Kirishima(?) grinned,
".. sort of, I suppose..." Izaru murmured,
"Hey there kiddies! You're gonna miss lunch standing around like that!" Midnight called, smiling still and Kesu on her shoulder as she suddenly popped back into the picture beside Izaru. "All of you must be hungry after all that Training- huh?"
Izaru's shoulders sank slightly as the students attention turned from her and toward Midnight now, Kesu hopping lightly from her shoulder and on to Izaru's- she let out a silent breath.
"Yeah, I'm totally starving ~!"
"Me too!"
"Let's eat!"
"Hurry along now or all the good stuff will be gone~!" Midnight smirked,
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Izaru!"
"We'll talk some more later, yeah?"
"See ya in a bit!"
There was a wash of goodbyes and small little words shot her way as the group of students began to file off, smiling pleasantly and politely at her as Izaru nodded a bit to the looks and the comments- but otherwise stayed where she was beside Midnight. Midoriya smiled nervously toward her with a small wave as he followed his classmates, he looked like he had something to ask- but he didn't.
"We'll see you after lunch, Ms. Izaru." He hummed, before speeding up to keep pace with everyone else.
"You handled that really well there, Izaru~" Midnight hummed pleasantly, her eyes flashing as the other woman picked Kesu up off her shoulder and held him in front of her, holding him close to her chest and burying her nose in his fur.
"... I am never going to remember all of those names..." Izaru grumbled, Midnight smiled sympathetically.
"Sure you will, just give it a little time." Midnight smiled, her hand falling gently on Izaru's shoulder.
Izaru felt her heart skip a beat, and her hold around Kesu tightened without her meaning it to, her feet shifting unconsciously and almost ready to-
... w...why...?
"You were pretty calm, even with Iida ranting those questions off like that. Color me impressed~!" Midnight kept on, oblivious to the... the sheer speed in which Izaru's heart seemed to speed up, or the way the other woman tensed underneath her.
"... I don't think calm fits." Izaru mumbled slowly, almost uneasily as her shoulders hunched a little and she forced a sigh, stiff in her spot as Midnight blinked at her. "... Not... not all the way... I don't get it... Why does talking to people... any of it... make me feel... Uneasy..."
Midnight's smile faded slightly at the mumbled words, her eyes glittering a little as her hand slowly pulled away from Izaru's shoulder. Her mouth opened, almost like she was about to say something- some reassurance maybe- but the words never came and her mouth closed again.
Kesu twisted slightly in Izaru's arms and tapped the woman lightly on the nose with a paw, earning a small sigh from her.
"... Aren't you hungry?" Izaru asked, her eyes finding Midnight in the next moment, and Midnight hesitated for now more than a moment before her smile came back with ease.
"Yep, you?"
"I already ate... But I'll come with you, if you'd like."
"Then let's go~!"
Midnight and Izaru started out of the Gym, Kesu moving himself back onto Izaru's shoulders and all of them content in quiet until Izaru felt her phone buzz in her pocket.
To: Hizashi
(642) 449-2744
Text me when you wake up, yeah?
...
I'm awake, did you need something?
...
Nope, just making sure you're okay?
How ya feeling?
You sleep good?!
...
Yeah
I slept better than normal
...
Sweeeeeeeet
I'm still stuck in this conference but I'll be back in two days
How's UA treating ya, huh?
Nemuri was bursting with excitement when we told her, oh yeah~~~
...
...
...
...
It's different, but it's not too bad
...
Something wrong, Izaruuu?
...
No, it's just not what I'm used to
...
I totally get it
...
...
I'm super excited to see ya again though~!
Izaru's thumb hovered over the keyboard as she read the words (and typed them in conjunction with Hizashi on the other end), more or less just following what vague idea of where Midnight was rather than actually looking at her.
Why... Am I...
She bit the inside of her cheek, Kesu watching her as she typed in the letters.
To: Hizashi
(642) 449-2744
I'm super excited to see ya again though~!
...
...
Me too
.:+:.
"So, that new teacher? She's a bit nervous isn't she?" Ururaka murmured lightly as she, Izuku and Iida settled into lunch with Yaoyorozu, Kyoka, Asui, Kaminari and Mina around them, and in earshot.
Izuku jumped slightly in the middle of his eating, his eyes snapping over toward Ururaka said the words.
"She is new to the Staff," Iida commented,
"She was really polite when we were talking to her, but she honestly looked a little uncomfortable..." Yaoyorozu murmured, sighing softly. Kyoka raised a brow at that, sipping on her cup in silence.
"She totally disappeared right after Mr. Aizawa introduced her, and we didn't see her at all yesterday- wonder where she went?" Mina hummed aloud,
"Maybe she had to help out some of the other classes?" Kaminari suggested,
"She looked pretty washed up that first day though, and she doesn't anymore. Maybe she was sick?" Asui murmured, Midoriya's eyes fell in his bowl as he bit the inside of his cheek.
That's what All Might said...
"Mmmm, I hate to gossip about this- but since I was able to get a better look at her, those scars she has..." Yaoyorozu mumbled, looking a little uneasy at the thought and holding her cheek in her hand. "... She's got several of them, on her hands and arms... and that one on her neck is a bit off-putting." Iida paused, his eyes narrowing slightly at Yaoyorozu as he sucked on the straw of his milk carton.
"I think they look kinda cool!" Mina grinned, Kaminari nodded.
"Hell yeah, they make her look a little bad-ass, right?" He smirked,
"She has a tattoo too." Kyoka murmured,
"But I gotta wonder what happened to have the scars?" Ururaka said,
"She said she wasn't a Pro Hero right?" Asui murmured, tapping her finger against her chin in thought. "Pro's have scars from fights against the Villains they face, but if she wasn't a Pro, maybe she was in some sort of accident? Like a car crash or something?" Izuku sighed silently, his eyes narrowing at his rice.
That or she did get them from fighting... but everyone else has no clue that Ms. Izaru was actually a 'Villain'...
"Maybe." Kaminari murmured,
"Did you see what she did when she came in the gym at first?" Kyoka asked lightly, earning the eyes of everyone at the table and they shook their heads. "She hit Mr. Aizawa on the arm."
"Wha...?!"
"No way!"
"She didn't hit him for real, right?"
"No, she didn't hit him all that hard. It wasn't really mean, more just like a smack on the arm because she was annoyed with him." Kyoka elaborated coolly,
"And he let her get away with it..?!" Kaminari and Mina snapped,
"Yeah. He didn't seem all that annoyed with it either... I couldn't hear what they were saying, but she even got him to smile after a bit." Kyoka went on, "And it wasn't one of those creepy smiles he usually puts on either."
"How odd..." Yaoyorozu hummed,
"Maybe they're friends?" Asui suggested, "Ms. Izaru and Midnight seemed on pretty good terms too."
"Does Mr. Aizawa even have any friends...?" Kaminari smiled nervously,
"Oh, I bet you they totally are! Why else would he let her get away with hitting him?!" Mina grinned, Izuku's eyes dropped closed as he sweatdropped a little, chewing his food in absolute silence.
... I was right... everyone's gonna pick up on the fact that Ms. Izaru and Mr. Aizawa know eachother really fast...
He swallowed,
... I think they'll probably be stunned if they hear her call Mr. Aizawa by his first name too...
"You're being rather silent, Midoriya." Iida commented flatly, Izuku stiffened at the words, smiling nervously at the other boy as he was suddenly called out. "Usually you're the one coming up with theories about other people, but you've not said a word."
"Yeah Deku, do you not like Ms. Izaru for some reason?" Ururaka asked,
"H-huh?! N-no that's not it at all, why would I have any reason to dislike her?!" He stammered quickly, "I think all of you have just made some valid points, but since I don't know much about her, there isn't much to go on!"
"Hmm." Iida murmured, "I suppose that's true, we've not seen her involved in anything yet so it is hard to judge her character- and it would be unfair of us to judge her solely on one meeting." His exaggerated and serious character came back suddenly as he pointed a finger at Midoriya.
"A good point Midoriya! We shall wait and see more of Ms. Izaru's character before we make any set judgment!"
Izuku smiled a little bit at that,
That wasn't my point, but it's got him not to ask anything else so I'll roll with it...
"Hey! What do you think Ms. Izaru's Quirk is, huh?" Kaminari asked,
"Probably not something super flashy since she was in the General Studies Department~" Mina hummed,
"I was wondering that myself." Yaoyorozu said.
"Maybe we'll get a chance to see it in action sometime!"
"That'd be cool!"
"You could always just ask her what her Quirk is."
"Ah, where's the fun in that?!"
Izuku stuck another mouthful of rice in his mouth as he fell quiet again,
... I was planning on just asking... I totally forgot to ask All Might about her Quirk when we talked...
He wilted a little at the memory of it, his eyes moving away to the side and seeing Ms. Izaru sitting with Midnight, Ectoplasm, Cementoss and Mr. Aizawa at another table.
... It is complicated, huh...?
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